| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Polity of Athenians and Lacedaemonians by Xenophon: [2] Or, "the conveniences of civil life at home."
[3] Reading {parekhein}, or if {paragein}, "to be conveyed." Cf.
Pausan. I. xix. 1. See "Cyrop." VI. ii. 34.
For the actual encounter under arms, the following inventions are
attributed to him. The soldier has a crimson-coloured uniform and a
heavy shield of bronze; his theory being that such an equipment has no
sort of feminine association, and is altogether most warrior-like.[4]
It is most quickly burnished; it is least readily soiled.[5]
[4] Cf. Aristoph. "Acharn." 320, and the note of the scholiast.
[5] See Ps. Plut. "Moral." 238 F.
He futher permitted those who were above the age of early manhood to
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Anabasis by Xenophon: years before having to move once more, to settle
in Corinth. He died in 354 B.C.
The Anabasis is his story of the march to Persia
to aid Cyrus, who enlisted Greek help to try and
take the throne from Artaxerxes, and the ensuing
return of the Greeks, in which Xenophon played a
leading role. This occurred between 401 B.C. and
March 399 B.C.
PREPARER'S NOTE
This was typed from Dakyns' series, "The Works of Xenophon," a
four-volume set. The complete list of Xenophon's works (though
Anabasis |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Massimilla Doni by Honore de Balzac: in clouds, to waft your etherealized body through the blue air to a
purple glow far above the snowy heights, to where the pure love of
angels dwells. The smile, the kisses of her lips wrapped you in a
poisoned robe which burnt up the last vestiges of your earthly nature.
Her eyes were twin stars that turned you into shadowless light. You
knelt together on the palm-branches of heaven, waiting for the gates
of Paradise to be opened; but they turned heavily on their hinges, and
in your impatience you struck at them, but could not reach them. Your
hand touched nothing but clouds more nimble than your desires. Your
radiant companion, crowned with white roses like a bride of Heaven,
wept at your anguish. Perhaps she was murmuring melodious litanies to
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